Clean Machine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

bald rubbers

Gleaming gauges and dials, they made him smile,
A pleasurable drive turned frantic after awhile
He floorboarded the gas and gripped the wheel tight
His anxiety and tension levels went out of sight
He thought to himself, "They mean the same thing,"
but fleetingly as he gripped the vibrating wheel tight
He thought of his bald tires just a little too late,
And it turned out he didn't have long to wait
In that split-second his right rear blew,
Followed by the left, as bald tires do
The car fishtailed as he fought for control,
Just made a muddy field and started to roll
Saw the sky, ground, everything was upside down
And he couldn't believe the ear-shattering sound 
It rolled and it rolled but he was safely strapped in,
His safely belts held; everything was ungodly din 
The rolling went on forever in the rocket made of steel
But finally stopped, with him still clutching the wheel
He saw stars above him in the clear night-time sky,
As the roof had sheered off and lay crumpled nearby
Shaken, but grateful he'd come though unscathed,
He smelled like a cess pool and needed to bathe,
For in the wreck he'd screamed and loaded drawers
He guessed it was good that he was now outdoors
So much for a clean machine; the gauges sat at nil
If he' been a better driver they'd be spewing data still!

Submitted: April 24, 2021

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That sure was a hair-raising ride. Excellent, Mike.

Sat, April 24th, 2021 5:03pm


Thank you, Hull

Sat, April 24th, 2021 10:22am

Penny Scribe

So when is your book coming out? You are a captivating writer, Mike.

Wed, April 28th, 2021 7:35pm


Why, thank you, Penny

Wed, April 28th, 2021 1:01pm

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